"Absolutely we've got to fire him." Jacob said, patting his comb over, which obscured his shiny bald scalp, not in the slightest. "Only question..."
"Is why haven't you thrown out that atrocious desk lamp?" Kenneth, Jacob's companion, interrupted. Jacob glared at Kenneth, as if to say, "I haven't thrown out that 'atrocious' desk lamp because it's the sole redeeming quality of this office and my position."
"Only question is how." Jacob finished.
"Well, I could just throw it into the garbage. Wham bam, done and done." Kenneth responded.
"How to fire him. How to fire him was the only question." Jacob said. At this point Jacob was so frustrated with lack of progress in the conversation that he took his feet off his desk, and gave up looking superior. Well, he gave up looking superior comfortably. He was now trying to look superior with his feet on the ground, and was only really successful in looking like an awkward walrus quite enjoying a bout of indigestion.
"Well. Maybe he could just ta..." Kenneth said eyeing the green glowing object on Jacob's desk.
"Enough with the goddamn lamp Kenneth, drop the goddamn lamp." Jacob said.
Kenneth got a big smirk on his face, "Okay, I'll d...."
"Kenneth, I swear on all that is holy in this world, I will murder you if you touch that lamp physically, or verbally again." Jacob said. "Now, how do we fire him?".
Kenneth leaned back in his chair and thought for a minute.
"Stop thinking about the lamp" Jacob said. "We have important matters at hand."
Kenneth postured a look of confusion. "Lamp... I wasn't."
Jacob got up from his chair, both hands on his desk and did a great impression of a bulldog who had an ongoing fued with a mailman, and was about to enact operation: murder with an ice pick, and dispose of the body in separate trashbags buried across the city.
Kenneth looked away and towards the ground. "Well. We could ask security."
"To escort him out? That won't work, he schmoozes with them too often. They love him." Jacob sat back down in his chair.
"No, I meant we could ask security to dispose..."
"Get out of my office!" Jacob was fuming. He, in his rage and anger flipped his desk over, and all of its contents and papers flittered and fluttered to the ground, some quickly, some with a crash, some with the shattering of green lamp shade crashing down, envious of the softer more pliable objects.
"Leave the lamp! Every piece stays in this office." Jacob roared.
Kenneth dropped what he was collecting and excited the office.
Jacob sat back in his chair, and put his feet up on his overturned desk, as if everything was in optimal functioning condition. He looked quite smug.
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